[ It's easy to let her words fall into the background the more he feels like he's staring up from an ever-deepening abyss. It hasn't even been, what, an hour since he felt his agency ripped from him? He really should've known better than to expect to get it back.
He can't put an emotion to this, just that it's bad and he needs out.
The clicking catches his attention, a small rhythmic sound that he inadvertently focuses on, and allows her next words to break the static. He stares at her mouth forming them, back into her eyes, and ]
Yeah.
[ His voice is so small he barely even registers that it's his own. It feels like a far away version of himself saying it. Maybe it is.
This is such a fucking Holden thing to do - maybe even beyond that - of course he'd going to blindly take it. ]
If you could. Yeah.
[ He stops short of saying please. That would be begging. He's-- He doesn't want to do that. ]
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He can't put an emotion to this, just that it's bad and he needs out.
The clicking catches his attention, a small rhythmic sound that he inadvertently focuses on, and allows her next words to break the static. He stares at her mouth forming them, back into her eyes, and ]
Yeah.
[ His voice is so small he barely even registers that it's his own. It feels like a far away version of himself saying it. Maybe it is.
This is such a fucking Holden thing to do - maybe even beyond that - of course he'd going to blindly take it. ]
If you could. Yeah.
[ He stops short of saying please. That would be begging. He's-- He doesn't want to do that. ]